Is finding love of upmost significance in your life? Are you defined by the person that falls in love with you? Or for that matter, who you fall in love with?

Love is beautiful, but how do you crave something this beautiful in a manner that doesn't give it its due divinity?

You want someone to love you because you love them? You want someone to love you because you feel lonely? Because you think you deserve to be cared for? You want someone to love you for the sexual fantasies of yours you want to force upon them?

Where did the love that needed nothing to prove its legitimacy go? Where is the love that overflowed, because it wanted nothing but happiness?

When you love, you radiate absolute joy.

When did the pain of deceit, and the pain of not having someone reciprocate the same feelings become love? When did love become pain? When did you start accepting love as pain?

When did you start loving pain?